So...I have a certain itch that needs scratching sometimes: I have a love and appreciation for folk and fairy tales. It's the language and the flow of things. So many of the best old stories have both a theatricality and a kind of casualness. These things are meant to be read al...
2023-03-02 22:13:55 +0000 UTC View PostDrew
The trip odometer rolled to 1014. Wow. Already over a thousand miles into their road trip and it felt like they just started. The dashboard clock and starry night sky said otherwise. So did Drew’s body.
“So what do you think?” Tyler said.
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Chapter 120: Cultural Exchange
Monday morning was intense.
“Holditinholditinholditin” I whispered to myself. My teeth were gritted. My eyes were watering. I looked up at myself in the ceiling mirror above Beouf’s changing table. My knee...
Sometimes you just gotta do the R.L. Stine method and come up with the semi-funny title first. That's how this started.
Then the rest filled it. It's a cute little short story. A few good puns here and there. Like the diaper being a giant "Luvs". And the fun c...
Howdy Folks,
I’d like to talk to you about ABDL video games for a second.
Just in case y’all aren’t aware, Piece of Soap and I worked together to create the ABDL game “Perpetual Change”. If you haven’t tried it and you like my writing, you’re doing yourself...
Chapter 119: Copycat
Janent’s phone pinged and she picked it up off of the kitchen table. She speared a bit of cobb salad with her fork while she read and crunched the dressing drenched lettuce leaves in her mouth. “Hm!”
I picked my wa...
Max looked down at the drunken twenty-something idiot there in the snow. “Goddamn it, Alby…” he’d already said it two or three times in the last ten seconds, but apparently he needed to say it a couple more times.
This dumb fucking kid.
“Heeeeeeeeey, Max…”...
“You’re gonna be fine,” Max said. “You’re gonna be fine.” He held Ably close to his chest, feeling the doberman’s heartbeat thudding and thumping at the pace of a machine gun. He petted Alby’s head again and again, shushing him. “No one saw,” he whispered. “N...
2023-02-09 13:48:57 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 118: Affection Affliction
Friday sucked. Absolutely sucked. There were zero fights or confrontations. I reduced absolutely no one to tears. I didn’t manipulate or fluster anyone or trick a friend or classmate into acting against their own best interests. I frustra...
2023-02-05 00:43:09 +0000 UTC View PostSo this one is kind of weird in a good way. I wrote this off of a challenge/commission to make a fanfic of Pulp Fiction of all things. It was less of a challenge than I thought it would be, but it gave me an excuse to watch a really good movie again.
It all came down to V...
Chapter 117: Thirsty
Things went really well that week at school, all things considered. I’d play with Ivy, snicker with Chaz, trade barbs with Billy and gossip with Annie. Funnily enough, Tommy and I were starting to turn ear flicking into a ‘gotcha last’ competitio...
Chapter 116: Wholesome.
Monday afternoon, I gathered up my classmates into a loose huddle with me separated and facing them. Pacing calmly back and forth, I was less a general addressing the troops and more of a tee-ball coach explaining the rules of the game to a bu...
(Part 2)
Max gazed down at the passed out dog on his nursery floor, drenched in his own piss. He snickered to himself in tiny little puffs through his nose. His eyes took in the diapers and the baby powder the little twat had knocked over.
He had a thought and winced. ...
Chapter 115: Inside Looking Out
I was on! I was really on! Right in front of my face, intractable with my own fingertips, was MistuhGwiffin.web!
Yes!
Oh yes!
The feeling and exhilaration was damn near orgasmic. I never thought I’d ...
Alby Madden stalked through the cubicles of Madden & Maddox Testing Services, listening in on the sales reps, his floppy ears perking up in various directions.
“When can we arrange a meeting with your school board?”
“That’s right, we include remediation and test...
Chapter 114: Through Windows Once Closed
I watched my reflection while Beouf tugged down the sides of my fresh diaper, making sure the fit was nice and snug without risking the tapes ripping. “Almost….done!” She smiled, satisfied at her work. I let out a small sigh now th...
[Part 10: Ascent]
Chapter 113: Staffing Issues
The next three days were a quiet nightmare for me. I was losing my bladder control. It wasn’t that I was completely unaware, I wasn’t incontinent; it wasn’t like I didn’t know I was peeing most times. There were no instances of ...
It has been a wild year for me, I'll tell ya what. 2 hospital stays, with only one of them unexpected, with some weeks being fonts of creativity and others being droughts. Sick kids, andPerpetual Change getting more or less finished and working on a new video game. Doing commissions a...
2022-12-31 21:52:52 +0000 UTC View PostOkay folks, here's a doozy.
My Mommy, on a total lark today, decided to write an academic style education research paper on Maturosis. It's not traditionally kinky or sexy or little space inducing, but it's hella world building. For those of you in education or research, I have...
Chapter 112: Lie To Me
I sat at the dinner table, shirt cleanly pressed and buttoned up, hair neatly combed with hair and face washed. I was years away from being able to grow a goatee. I looked down at the plate in front of me. Besides the familiar yet detestable broccoli that...
Another Collaboration between Lizzy James and I!
(Note, it's fun using the pictures, but I really need to work on this captioning stuff. It just doesn't look like how I see them elsewhere. If anybody can ping me and give me tips to improve the aesthetic so I that Lizzy's...
Chapter 111: Trial of the Century
There I was, again: waiting in the school clinic, awaiting a rigged trial while Brollish worked sight unseen to ensure my doom and damnation. The key difference between this time and the last was that I definitely needed that fresh diaper that the nurse ke...
War.
War never changes.
On October 23, 2077 the United States and China began and ended the Great War. In the span of two hours, all of human history had cultivated in the sky lighting on fire and the world being turned to cinders. But humanity did not die and join...
Teamed up again with the wonderful and talented Lizzy James who asked me to write a monologue for her so she could film it, perform it, and make it her own.
This is by no means a complete transcript of what was written or performed, but I took the liberty to add in some inner monologue and...
Chapter 110: Crashing Down
Time slowed down as I felt the thin bones and cartilage pop beneath my knuckles as my wild swing connected with its target. All around me screams of shock and panic rang out through the air. Heavy running footsteps thundered on the ground t...
There’s no justice for Littles. Sophia knew that. Every Little did. Experiencing a particular brand of injustice was a lot different than just hearing about it, however.
Sophia sat naked in her cell in the JBRC: The Juvenile Behavior Retention Center. She and every other Litt...
First thing Monday morning, my head was back on its swivel. Left, right, up, forward, behind. The only direction I neglected looking was down. Stupidly, I imagined my neck stretching with use making me taller. It was a silly thought, but the absurdity of it kept my otherwise negative emotio...
2022-11-27 23:32:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Careful son,” Herbert Braun said. “There’s moonshine in that lemonade. Have too much at once and you won’t need one of your coworkers to make you piss yourself.”
Casie scoffed. “Dad!”
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